don't you notice the changes <br />every second every moment when we face <br />each passing hour each passing wind? <br /> <br />every pore opens and then closes every second <br />words that hurt, silence that stabs, feigned smiles <br />suppressed screams, erasures of the mind, <br /> <br />fleeting glances, a falling lock of hair, <br />growing nails pushed and pushed by each cuticle <br />slanting eyebrows that return to its shape like a wave <br />a ripple that shuts up, a crooked line of an ant's trail <br />that the sands and winds conspire to cover and conceal <br /> <br />all these, including the changing hues of the seasons <br />all these, you do not fail, you must not fail, <br />they must touch you through your smell your touch your sight.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changes-and-more-changes/
